Its a weekend!

On a “just there” Saturday afternoon, I’m seated with a computer in front of me, looking into space and thinking of what to write about but all I can hear is the sound of a talking drum and now trumpets.

This traditional wedding is taken too long. Worse, I wasn’t even invited at least the Amala and ewedu mixed with gbegiri  I saw one man eating there would have compensated or no maybe I would have settled for rice and beef make I no go fall my hand for public.

Now this Traditional marriage is making me think of how mine will be; instead of a live band there will be a DJ and he won’t play just any kind of song in fact if it must be ibo then it must be “arabanko” or by Flavour. hehehehe

The groom, choi, that guy is lucky blessed! No be everybody dey see dis kind correct babe marry na. *wink*

Before mine takes place let me get ready for Ud and Ama’s (my sisters) own. At least there I know I will even have ‘take away’.

For now, let me drink my garri with joy, milk and sugar. I love it!

Okay I hope your weekend is far more interesting than mine. 

Enjoy every bit of it!